A Twist of Fate
Saturday, May 25, 2013
There will be many interpretations of what happened to me on a routine trip to Washington State last Thursday. Some will say it was divine intervention, others will call it fate and still others will call simply a random occurrence.
We routinely travel to Washington State from Vancouver B.C. Canada. Normally, we take Interstate 5 and therefore have no need for a map. Last Thursday, we decided to take a departure from our normal route and take a country like road called Highway 9. It takes longer to get places but it is more pastoral. This new route also necessitated that we take a Washington State map which most times we do not carry.
Anyhow, we got to know Highway 9 pretty well and figure out where it joins Interstate 5, as we made our way to the cute little town of Snohomish. This town is great for antiquing and finding little treasures.
We also deviated from our usual stops. We usually barrel through to Bellingham to eat at the Applebees on our return trip. Yep, we Canadians love Applebees. Because we were so far south we decided to eat instead at the Olive Garden at the Seattle Premium outlets. Thus we deviated once again from our normal habits. After dinner, I reluctantly offered to take over the driving but my husband said if I wanted to cruise the outlet malls, he would nap in the car for a half an hour. Then he would feel refreshed again for more driving. Another departure, since normally I would just take over driving with no delay.
As we eventually drove North our car came to a halt. We had to get over to the shoulder to let first responder vehicles through. What had happened? The I-5 bridge had collapsed at Mt. Vernon and there were several people who went into the water in their cars. Luckily, all of them are fine.
We then were directed off the highway to find our way home on a subsidiary route. Three hours later we were home. Had we not earlier in the day taken Highway 9 and brought a map which is not our normal routine, we would have been hard pressed to find our way out of there. Had my husband and I eaten at our usual haunt in Bellingham, had he not napped, we would most likely have been on that bridge when it collapsed. As it was we were near there about an hour after it happened.
This is a reminder to me that life is still quite a mystery, a puzzle, a conundrum and I wonder why we escaped. Was it random? Was there a plan? Far more sage people than me have pondered and will continue to ponder that one.